Your Guitar - Richard Shindell

Your guitar has travelled far

All the way from California

In a big brown box, on an airplane

Way down to Patagonia

So far south, she’s never been

A change of season and a cold desert wind

She must be wondering what kind of trouble she’s in

But just look at her — she’s beautiful

And her face shines with its own light

No longer young — she’s seen her years

I can see that you loved her truly

As she loved you and stayed by your side

A constant voice all through your life

All her sweetspots making you sigh

My stranger’s touch — she is skittish still

So I start out taking it slowly

The familiar tunes to take her back

First up The Red River Valley

To let her know that she’s not alone

That I know something about leaving a home

We settle down in Shenandoah

And the wide Missouri

Flows out of your guitar

Your guitar has travelled far

All the way from California